“My turn,” I say and capture Abel in a kiss when Perry pulls away. “So responsive.”
Abel opens for me and gasps when I snake my tongue into his offering. I deepen the kiss and he clings to me.
When we part, I ask, “Do you want to learn the joys of eating ass?”
Abel blinks back at me and Perry cackles.
“What?” I shrug. “The condom broke and I want to taste your slick and my cum.”
Abel licks his lips. “How have I still not tasted your slick yet?”
“See, he’s willing,” I say.
Perry turns and presents his ass to us. “Eat away, my lovely mates.” He wiggles his ass and I can’t help the laugh.
I lean over to Abel. “Smack it.”
“What?”
Perry bounces his ass. “You heard the Alpha, smack my ass.”
Abel holds out his hand and slaps Perry’s bottom in a sad attempt. Perry looks back at him with such a ‘what the fuck was that look’ that I cackle.
“Like this,” I whisper right before I spank Perry. The sound rings out and Perry moans as he shakes his bottom for us.
“Again.”
Abel looks to me, then Perry’s butt. He nods to himself before putting in a much better attempt.
“Yes,” Perry moans into the sheets. Cum and slick dribbles from his hole.
Abel’s eyes stay glued on Perry, then he nose dives right into Perry’s hole. He grasps Perry’s hips and laps up the cum from Perry’s thighs. The image gives me an instant hard on that makes me lightheaded. Watching Abel just go for it is such a turn on. He’s been hesitant, but apparently not anymore.
“So good.” Abel pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Let me taste.” I tug him to me. Surprisingly, he opens to my tongue again and climbs into my lap without a hint of embarrassment. Our cocks slide against each other.
“Let me help,” Perry practically purrs when he wraps his hand around our dicks.
Abel gasps in my mouth, but doesn’t stop writhing in my lap. It’s as if Perry and I take a breath together. We didn’t scare Abel. That’s the last thing I want.
Fuck. Perry’s hand sliding along our dicks. Abel in my lap. I’m hurtling towards yet another orgasm.
“That’s right, sweetness. Take what you need.” I hold him loosely at the hips while he throws his arms around my neck. He kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest, all the while Perry continues to stroke us.
A determined look crosses over Abel’s face. As if he’s thinking too hard about something.
“Let go, Abel,” Perry says as he darts his tongue over the heads of our cocks. “You’re doing so well. So pretty sitting in our Alpha’s lap.”
Abel nods and it’s as if all his cares fall away. He moans into our next kiss, cupping the back of my head, bringing me closer. Poor Perry has to move his head or get squashed between us. He strokes himself in time with his hand.
Abel’s hips stutter, and he gasps out a raw, keening sound. His legs seize around my hips, and for a second I’m afraid he’ll pass out.
A flush creeps up his neck. His pupils are blown wide and bright, and his mouth falls open in awed disbelief as his orgasm overtakes him.
It isn’t a gentle thing. Hot ropes of cum streak his belly, then mine, and also Perry’s hand, which never really let go of either of us. Every muscle in Abel’s body locks up, then, a moment later, releases all at once. His entire frame shudders with the aftermath, like he’s just flown for hundreds of miles.
I don’t even notice at first that Abel is crying until I taste salt on his lips. I stiffen, bracing myself, bracing for that sharp, bitter snapback he gets sometimes, remorse, or some other flavor of pain from his past. But he lets out a sweet little laugh. The tears keep coming, but they’re laughter, not regret. His hands are everywhere on me, gripping my arms, touching at my waist, like he’s terrified I’ll disappear if he lets go. I want him to claw at me like this forever.
